Both Alike in Dignity

A/N: Feeling a little bit better today, though still extremely nauseous. Having a lot of trouble eating/keeping food down. I hate being sick. On top of that, I have a two hour job taster/interview thing tomorrow, so that will be super fun if I'm still sick. This chapter is a fun one, and I think quite a few of you will enjoy it. ;D Please leave a comment if you did, it's very, very appreciated.

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Chapter Thirteen

It was dark when Jasper pulled Sebastian out onto the streets, the moon rising slowly in the sky. Sebastian put his sunglasses in the pocket of his jeans and stared up at it. There were few stars – the lights of the city made them hard to see. Sebastian remembered his youth – whenever he'd looked up at the night sky there had been endless stars. He'd tried to count them. Impossible. He focused his senses, Jasper's heartbeat loud and comforting. It made him itch.

“The moon's nearly full,” Jasper said, his body stiffening slightly. He glanced up warily, then looked away.

“Yes,” Sebastian answered, “it is.” He wondered what Jasper would do about that, about the change. No answer seemed forthcoming, and he didn't want to ask. He could feel Jasper's eyes on him.

Jasper reached out and grabbed Sebastian's arm, his grip firm. “Come with me,” he said, pulling him down an alley, away from the noise and lights.

At first, Sebastian resisted. He twisted his arm half-heartedly, tried to pull away and then relaxed. He let Jasper pull him into the alley, further and further, where he wouldn't be able to call for help. Sebastian shivered. “What are you doing?”

A flash of white teeth in the dark, more sinister than comforting. “Promised I'd feed you, didn't I?” Jasper asked, pushing Sebastian smoothly up against the nearest wall. He leaned in and nuzzled at the vampire's neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell good.”

“I probably smell like pizza,” Sebastian said, twisting in Jasper's grasp before relaxing again. He looked up at the other male, watching Jasper watch him. He could fight and humiliate himself, but he'd still lose. It didn't seem worth the effort. He shifted, feeling the rough brick against his back, all of his senses suddenly ramped up to hyper awareness. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?”

Jasper grinned. He leaned in slowly, then licked slowly across Sebastian's lips, lingering, taking his time. “You do taste a little like pizza,” he said, pulling back. He tightened his hands on Sebastian's arms, drawing them slowly up above the other's head, pinning him in place. “You're hungry. So why not me? You scared?”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He flexed his hands, his muscles bunching and releasing in Jasper's grip. “Don't try to manipulate me,” he murmured. “I'm not stupid.” Maybe he was scared of Jasper, just a little. He still wasn't going to be goaded into doing whatever the fuck it was that Jasper wanted just to prove that he wasn't scared. Sebastian licked his lips. The lingering taste of Jasper there nearly made him groan. His cock jumped, twitching to life. Fuck.

“Mmm, fine. You want it, you can have it. Can't make it any more simple than that,” Jasper whispered, leaning in slowly. He angled his neck until the skin there brushed Sebastian's lips. “Go on,” he said. “Fucking do it.”

“Fuck you,” Sebastian breathed out. He could feel Jasper's pulse against his neck. His cock jerked. He was fully hard within seconds, and fuck, he wanted it. His fangs slid into place with a simmering ache that just made him harder. He leaned forward, straining a little against Jasper's grip on him, sliding his mouth across the hot skin beneath his lips. He shuddered hard, panting, couldn't get enough fucking air. He trembled, trying to control himself.

Why? Why not? It was right there, an offering, his for the taking. Nothing to stop him. He wanted it so badly that he couldn't think. Fuck it. Why the fuck not? Sebastian shifted with quiet intent. He found the delicious thud of Jasper's pulse and sank his fangs in, so fine that they were nothing more than pin pricks, hollow needles in the skin, blood pumping into his mouth, hot, salty, metallic. Sebastian's knees went weak. He moaned, his cock throbbing as arched, acting like a whore for some werewolf's blood. Even knowing it, he couldn't stop.

Jasper twitched at the bite, then held still for a long moment. He shifted slowly, transferring both of Sebastian's wrists into one large hand. The vampire didn't pull, didn't try to get away. Jasper had him. He pinned Sebastian's arms firmly above his hand, one handed. The other hand, he slid slowly down Sebastian's body.

Moving wasn't good. Sebastian paused, pulling his fangs free. “I want – just – hold still,” he groaned out. Couldn't feed well if Jasper moved around, too much risk. He twisted his wrists, just wanting to hold Jasper still, but the other's grip was immovable. For some reason, that was incredibly arousing.

“I wanna touch you,” Jasper breathed out, his voice low and husky. “You want it. Can feel you. Lemme touch you. Please.”

Sebastian groaned harshly. He arched, his body following the progress of Jasper's hand. His cock throbbed, welcoming the fingers that slid teasingly over his hip. Sebastian made a low, needy noise, then stiffened. He was acting like a cheap whore. It was pathetic. All Jasper had to do was pin him down and offer his blood, and it was like Sebastian had no self control. Like he'd been wanting it all along.

When Sebastian didn't say no, Jasper slid his hand slowly over the vampire's denim-clad cock. He rubbed slowly over the bulge there, sliding his palm back and forth, grinding the heel down, stimulating.

“Fuck,” Sebastian moaned, jerking into the sensation. His cock twitched enthusiastically, his whole body shuddering at the contact. His eyes were dilated, a mixture of blood lust and desire. Need. Felt so fucking good. “No, no, I can't.” Even as he said it, he worked his throbbing cock against Jasper's wonderful hand, ground into him, fucked against him. He groaned, leaning his head back against the rough brick and looking up. He could see the moon.

Jasper rubbed his palm slowly back and forth against Sebastian's dick, picking up the pace, giving the other male something that he could get off on. Just enough. Something that would get him there.

“No, don't, no, Jasper,” Sebastian groaned, a low, pleading litany. His toes curled, tiny panting breaths leaving his mouth. He was going to come in his pants. He was going to fucking come in his pants like some pathetic teenager.

It stopped. “No?” Jasper asked, his voice low. “You want me to stop? I'll stop. You don't get to pretend.” Jasper pulled back a little, looking into Sebastian's eyes, his gaze hard. “Not here to fucking rape you, so make up your mind.”

It took everything in Sebastian not to beg as soon as that hand was taken away. He rocked against thin air, scrambling for coherence, trying to compose himself. It was like a fog had settled over his ability to think.

“No,” Sebastian whispered. He flexed his hands in Jasper's grip. “I want... yes. Fuck. I can't. Jasper, please.” Too much ambiguity, and Sebastian knew it. He took in a shuddering breath. “Ah, fuck. Yeah, do it. Touch me.”

Jasper grinned. “That's it,” he whispered back. “That wasn't so hard, was it?” He shifted again, flipping the button on Sebastian's jeans and drawing the zipper down slowly, his intentions obvious.

“Fuck you,” Sebastian panted, struggling again, yanking his wrists down against Jasper's grip. A warm hand slid down into his pants. “Ah, fuck yes.” He arched beautifully as perfect heat surrounded his cock, the grip firm, Jasper's thumb digging into the sticky, sensitive tip. Sebastian's nipples hardened with arousal, his cock throbbing like he might shoot right there. He thrust up into the warm fist, his body flexing. Some distant part of him was aware that it was all very embarrassing, but he right then he just didn't give a shit.

“Jasper,” Sebastian whispered, pleading for it to stop, pleading for more. Jasper's thumb rubbed over that perfect spot just blow the underside of the head and Sebastian spasmed with pleasure. He whimpered. “Jasper, fuck. More.”

“Shh, s'okay,” Jasper whispered. “C'mon, you're okay. Fuck my hand.” He tightened his grip up, pulling back to watch Sebastian's face.

“Ugh, yeah.” That sounded like the fucking best idea anyone had ever had. Sebastian didn't need to be told twice. He fucked into that warm, perfect hand with abandon. It was so good. So fucking good. He was humiliating himself and he didn't care, too far gone to give a shit. He just thrust into Jasper's hand, pinned against the wall and helpless to stop himself.

“Yeah, that's nice,”Jasper growled out. “Trust me, c'mon, I'll take care of you.” He let go of Sebastian and spat dirtily into his hand, wrapping his slick fist around the vampire's cock, firm and wet. He stroked, nice and fast, paying plenty of attention to the head and glans.

“A-ah, don't stop, don't, oh God,” Sebastian moaned out, a helpless spill of words that he didn't even try to stop. Every time Jasper's thumb rubbed over the frenulum, Sebastian's cock twitched. He shivered. So close. So fucking close.

“Bite me,”Jasper whispered, thumbing over the head with each firm stroke, giving Sebastian everything he could possibly need.

Sebastian immediately leaned forward and sank his fangs back into Jasper's neck, not giving a shit about the consequences. Too turned on to care. As soon as that metallic, salty tang burst across his tongue, Sebastian came. He came, shuddering, his toes curling, his hands fisting, his body twisting and tensing and arching as he spurted come thickly across Jasper's fist. Sebastian made a multitude of embarrassing noises, hot gasping groans and whimpers that poured out of him, slightly muffled by Jasper's neck.

Jasper didn't stop. He stroked Sebastian through it, nice and even, twisting his wrist, drawing it out, making it good. Making it perfect.

Sebastian moaned, arched and twisted, fucking Jasper's fist all the way through it, coming in thick ropes, getting it everywhere. Fucking everywhere, all over their clothes, Jasper's fist, everywhere. He was too blissed out to worry about the clean up. It quickly became too much, too sensitive. Sebastian made desperate, urgent noises against Jasper's neck, pleasure turning to pain.

“Stop,” Sebastian gasped. “Fuck, stop.”

“Sorry,” Jasper murmured. He stopped, still holding Sebastian, supporting him, keeping him up against the wall.

Sebastian just moaned. He tried to focus on breathing. His fingers twitched. The world swam in and out of focus. His whole body relaxed, muscles like butter. He felt... fantastic, sated, like everything bad had been washed away and replaced with pleasure and warmth. Sebastian hid his face in Jasper's neck and basked for a few long seconds. He could afford to not care, just for a minute. Just a minute.

“You like that?” Jasper asked, breaking the stillness. Breaking everything.

Sebastian tensed up like he'd been punched. “Get off me,” he said, his voice low. “Get the fuck off me.”

Jasper hesitated, then took a step back, letting Sebastian go. He sighed, eyeing the vampire warily. “Now what's your problem?” He reached for his neck, brushing over the four neat little wounds that Sebastian had left. His fingers came away bloody sticky with blood.

“Fuck you,” Sebastian snapped, watching Jasper. The other was hard. That just made it worse. Sebastian was deeply disgusted – with himself, with the situation. Fuck, with everything.

“Mmm, I'm sure that could be arranged,” Jasper said, smirking. He raised his come-covered hand and stared at for a long moment. Then, holding Sebastian's eyes, he licked his hand clean, tasted the vampire's come. “Little bitter, but I suppose that's your diet. Not enough fruit and veg.”

Sebastian gritted his teeth, vowing to himself that he wouldn't say another word. He looked away from Jasper, focusing on straightening his clothes, making himself decent. Nothing he could do but rub at the come stains, but it was dark. Hopefully no one would notice.

“Oh, come on,” Jasper muttered, rolling his eyes. “Don't be a child.”

Sebastian looked up, glaring hard at Jasper. “I can't believe... why? Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?” he asked. He ran his hands through his hair, destroying his attempts at tidying it just seconds before.

“Doing what?” Jasper asked, taking another step back. He tilted his head to the side, giving Sebastian a quizzical look.

“This,” Sebastian said, gesturing between them frantically. “Touching me. Offering yourself. You know. You know what it does. Why? What do you want? What do you fucking want from me?” He took a step forward, away from the wall. Sebastian swallowed, forcibly pulling himself together, getting himself under control.

“I dunno,” Jasper said, shrugging uneasily. He scanned Sebastian's face. “Easier, I guess. More convenient.” He paused. “And... well. Not sure you wanna hear it.”

Sebastian glared. “Just tell me, mutt.”

Jasper glared, his eyes flashing. He stepped forward purposefully, then paused, hesitated. “I want to fuck you,” he said, a challenge in his eyes. “It makes you hard, and I want to fuck you.”

Sebastian broke eye contact, ducking his eyes. He frowned, grasping for something to say. Anything. “Well I don't want to fuck you,” he said, the lie tripping easily from his tongue and into existence. He turned on his heel and walked away, heading back out of the alley. He couldn't deal with this, couldn't deal with how good Jasper made him feel. It was dangerous. It made him want more, made him want Jasper to touch him again and again. Forever. Fuck no.

Jasper jogged to catch up, sliding into place beside him effortlessly, like nothing had happened. He cleared his throat. “I need to talk to you.”

Sebastian glanced over at him. “I don't have anything to say to you,” he said.

“It's important,” Jasper said, “it's about...” He glanced up at the moon.

The moon, bright and waxing. Not a cloud in the sky. Sebastian nodded.